Her Majesty Was Pregnant Before Entering the Palace

  Chapter 103 It Was Her

  The teahouse is as lively as ever.

   Mr. Storyteller, full of voice and emotion.

  Tea patrons gathered around small round tables, listening to books, drinking tea, and eating dried sunflower seeds.

   It's just that the storyteller today is not a man, but a crisp girl's voice.

  The sound is pleasant and lively.

   drew cheers from the tea guests.

   Li Hongyuan glanced at him casually and wanted to leave directly.

   He doesn't like this kind of place, he finds it too noisy.

   But he always felt that the faint voice of a young girl was a little familiar.

  When did the teahouse allow women to speak books?

   Attendant Su Cheng saw him stop his horse and ponder, and immediately winked at the attendant next to him.

  The attendant jumped off the horse, ran into the teahouse, ran back quickly, and said to Su Cheng, "Boss, the girl who is telling the story... seems to be our princess."

  Su Cheng was stunned for a moment, then drove his horse forward and whispered to Li Hongyuan, "Master, let's go in and sit?"

   "When have you seen your father go to such a place?"

   "It's very lively inside. It is said that the storyteller is a woman, and the story is very exciting. No one is willing to leave for a pot of tea and a tael of silver."

   "A coined word."

"Although this story is made up, it is indeed eye-catching." Su Cheng smiled, "It seems that the thirteenth son of the Wen family is also in it. Didn't the master say that he had something to look for, just right. My subordinates will go now. Get you a quiet table."

  Li Hongyuan moved slightly in his heart.

   He had already vaguely guessed something.

   But some can't believe it.

   In the end, he couldn't hold back his curiosity, jumped off his horse, and walked into the restaurant.

   As soon as we entered, there was a burst of applause.

  Around the screen, he saw a white-skirted girl sitting on the stage, with long hair reaching her hips, holding a folding fan in her right hand, with high spirits and eloquent eloquence.

   Sure enough, it was her!

   Jiang Ning!

   The person who sat on the stage telling the story turned out to be her.

   No wonder the voice always feels familiar.

   There are so many teahouses in Chang'an City, and the storytellers are all men. What kind of decency does she have to show herself on the stage as a woman?

   Li Hongyuan glanced coldly, and wanted to turn around and leave, but his feet were disobedient, and he finally sat down at the table.

   This piece is separated by a screen and is separated from the ordinary people next to it.

   There are also two tables.

   The fifth and sixth girls of the Jiang family sat on one table, and Wen Renzong sat on the other table.

  Jiang Yuan and Jiang Yan were nibbling on melon seeds, listening to the storytelling and concentrating, obviously attracted by the content of the storytelling.

  Wen Renzong was wearing a black official uniform, sitting upright with his hands on his lap. Although he was also listening to the book, his face showed no expression. Just like his own character, he is rigorous, upright, observant of etiquette, and regards the great law as the highest worship.

   At this time, he turned his head slightly and glanced at Jiang Ning on the stage from time to time, but he didn't stare.

   This is very rude and doesn't fit his temperament.

   However, Li Hong was a little unhappy when he saw it.

Jiang Ning, who was on the stage, said with a smile on his face: "...Then Dalang went out to sell cakes, leaving Jinlian alone in the empty room. Feeling the heat in the room, he got up and opened the window, but he didn't want to, the fork fell off and hit the bottom. Passing by someone's head!"

  Speaking of this, she paused for a while and asked everyone below with a smile: "Guess who was hit?"

   The people below shouted: "Could it be her official man?"

   "No." Jiang Ning shook his head.

   "Who is that? Girl, don't give a shit, come quickly!"

  The tea guests were itchy and shouted.

   (end of this chapter)